All Chapters of The return of the billionaire heiress.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LEAH. I woke up to the dogs barking and the birds singing. I felt so cold; I looked around and saw how bright the day was, only to remember what happened the previous night: I was thrown out. I looked at where I had slept; it was out in the cold, on the bare floor—something I had never done in my life. I touched my arm, trying to wipe off the dust. If only I had gotten the chance to wear an appropriate cloth for the night, maybe I would have felt better than I was currently feeling.Although I wanted to cry out, I didn't. It wasn't that I was strong, or extremely brave, but I just had to spite Kate and Lucas. I couldn't let them see me cry, or be weakened. They didn't deserve it. If I cried, it'd make her feel like she had successfully broken me, and I would rather die than watch the satisfaction on her face. I dusted my body and sighed. As I walked to the tree shed and waited for the door to be opened for me, I pondered on the things I could do to leave the horrendous situation t

LEAH. I trudged through the chores, my body aching with exhaustion. I had been up since dawn, scrubbing floors, washing dishes and doing laundry. Kate’s demands were endless, and Lucas seemed to take pleasure in watching me suffer. It was the same as his mother. Lucas always wore that expression, the one where he was certain that I'd later come to him for help. I've been in the kitchen for a whole while, preparing lunch. Kate stormed into the kitchen, her face twisted in a scowl. “This is pathetic.” She spat, surveying the spread. “You call this a meal?” She asked me, shouting my ears off. She was doing this intentionally; I never had to go into the kitchen in my life. I was always served and cooked for. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my tears at bay. “I-I did my best,” I stammered. Kate sneered at me, and I almost broke down. “Your best? You call this your best? And you call yourself a boss? A boss without culinary skills? You must be a joker.” She hissed,“Kate, please, y

LEAH. I lay on the floor, my body wracked with sobs, and my back throbbing in pain from the whipping. I couldn't believe what had just happened; I had never been trapped like this before in my whole life, never been subjected to such cruelty and brutality. It felt like I was living in a nightmare—a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. Even my dead parents didn't whip me when I was a stubborn kid- in fact, never at all- but here I was, being beaten by the people I used to call a family once upon a time. How could I be so stupid to think they actually had my back? How did I not see this all too soon? Why did I not notice something? Anything…Was there someone I had offended in my past life that was causing this karma effect on me? Was this the reason for such a life? It didn't make any sense.As I lay there, I couldn't help but think about how I ended up here. I had trusted Lucas so much, with my heart and my life. And this was how he repaid me? By standing and watching his wife

LEAH. THE NEXT DAY.I was jolted awake by a sudden rush of cold water, and I sat up with a start, gasping for air. Kate was standing over me, a frantic look on her face. “What's going on?” I asked, trying to shake off the sleep. I had not had a good night’s sleep for a while, and I thought, by chance, I would get the opportunity to, but as always, Kate proved me wrong. It was morning already, though; I looked outside, rubbing my eyes. I had had a late night because Kate had suddenly come up with another chore.I looked at her, expecting an answer, but I got none. She had left my side, and was too busy rummaging through my closet, pulling out a dress, and tossing it on the bed. “Go and take your bath, and make it very fast.” She said as she brought out some make-up instruments. I frowned, but to avoid any punishment, I did as she said. I was pulled out of the bathroom some ten minutes later. She threw the dress she pulled from the closet at me. “Get dressed,” she said, her voice

KATE. Leah definitely knew how to get me on my toes, she has been very good at it ever since high school. Her decisions always affected me but mine never did. I was so sure that she would tell on us to her uncles, I had already packed my bags. Even Lucas's mother was already shivering because we knew she would talk and that would be the end of us, but she didn't. Why?That was my problem now, I could have sworn that she would talk. I could have sworn that she would expose us to her uncles but she didn't and it got me worried. Knowing Leah, I knew she wanted us to think it was because of the kindness of her heart, but I knew better than to believe that. I mean, who would be that kind to us and after all the treatment we had given her?There had to be something. She had to have had a motive.I chewed on my nails, digging deeper.“She has to have a motive. There has to be something we are missing,” I whispered out into the air, trying to get my husband's attention.“Babe, can you stop